I came home and bagged up more of my husband's clothes, the cupboard is full. If he comes to see the kids at the weekend I'm going to put some of the bags in his car, not going to offer to sort anything out to go to charity, he can do that. Suddenly he might find his flat is a lot fuller than it was, there is an awful lot of stuff taking up a lot of my house.
I've decided to go see a solicitor next week, I want to find out whether it would make sense to D now or to wait a year or so given he will earn a lot of money in that time. I actually think I'm coming to terms with being done. I've had enough rejection, he actually spent years rejecting me even when we lived together but I was too stupid to pick up on the signals. Dilly 2.0 has taken enough crap, it really is true that I can't nice him into wanting to be with me, so I will just be assertive now. I will be nice enough that he doesn't pull the D trigger if it's not in my financial interest, but I think I've given up hope for now. Living one day at a time, I have plenty to keep me busy. I'm tired after this weekend, it was the definition of unrelaxing.
